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Morgana can feel the piecing sword as the fatal blow. Immersive pain has erupted from her chest, it feels like fire has burnt everything bone and muscle into ash. She screamed with her mind but the body gave up and lying still on the ground. No- This cannot be the end- Nonono-

NO! 

Morgana woke up on her old chamber shouting, star light dimming from the curtains of the window. She feels disorientated with the nostalgic deco of the room, it feels just like all the nightmares she had before. Except this one, the pain has been too real, death has been too real to brush it off as a dream or even put it better as, a vision.  She was shaken up on the thoughts when rattled footsteps coming from the corridor. A guard knocked politely on the door asking, "Is everything alright my lady?" 

"Everything is fine, just another nightmare, I will consult Gaius again in the morning."  "Yes my lady." Faded footstep walking away as the guard leaves. 

Morgana had a deep breath, calming herself down. She needs confirmation on she lived history , not a mere vision.  She concentrated on her hand, palm facing up, focusing on making a small flame.


A cluster of fire come up with ease. Lighting up her face just drained of colour. 


She wasn't able to conjure any magic intentionally back on the days. This is real, the room is real and certainly, the time is real. Morgana chocked on a sob, mind flashing the agony of death and it seems something was clouding her judgement has been lift by the sharp pain of death. She starts to replay a series of events in her mind, and wonder why she was constantly raging and seething. At this moment of time, before everything starts, she finally able to review her previous life in a clear mind. 

Sometimes you've got to do what you think is right, and damn the consequences.

She was betrayed but she was never a person to see without reason behind. Things has lead of her death and suffering for people around when she stopped caring about the right thing, everything was clouded with vengeance.  Morgana cannot pin where exactly she starts to feel constantly on edge. The feelings starts way earlier than the time Merlin tried to poison her. It was a constant white noise in the back of her mind. 

She need to talk to Merlin. Morgana remembers the time he tried to advise her to the druids about sorting out her magic. Merlin, now she remember was a close friend and helped her went though ways to get control on magic. Wonder how what turns him into decided poisoning her to death was the only option, then later leads to her inevitable death. She doesn't know what gets a hold on her to make her goes against Emrys, the immortal. Morgana knows her limit, which is how she always thrive in between nobles and politics. 


I will make a difference. 


Morgana barely able to get any sleep for the remains of the night. Closing eyes resembles too much of death, fire, ash and pain- She stayed awake until the first sunlight rise up on the horizon, bolted straight to the physician's quarter to seek out Merlin. If anyone can help, it must be him. She took a deep breath, and knocked on the door.

"Come in," Morgana push though, Merlin greets her with surprise. "What are you doing this early? You looks like you didn't sleep at all." 

You just killed me and I go back in time I need help- "I need more sleeping potion from Gaius, is he up yet?"  

Morgana freezes, words coming out from her mouth isn't what she wanted to say. Merlin gives her a look of worry, then heads to the shelf getting a potion down. 

"This should be the one you need, you should really take some rest" 

"Thank you" Morgana feels her own body moved away. It feels like some strings are pulling her when she wanted to make a different choice compare to the history already happened in her memory. She feel terrified, she was unable to do anything against what was written, it feels like a force beyond the gods, and suddenly she realized. 

Old Religion is controlling her.  

The magic indeed comes with a price, she was written in a set path of misery and death. Prophecy that comes before their time are already the story set on stone, waiting for the wheel of time to set in motion. And she, has no choice but being the villain of the story. 

Morgana spend rest of the days re-living her life mindlessly, just letting the pull use her as a puppet. She almost gave up when another suppose vision happened. In her memory, it shows her the future in the up coming days. But this time, it shows her the future coming in centuries. 

Buildings reaching the sky, noises and machines flickers like magic, and yet, there is not a single trace of magic. Streets are way cleaner than Camelot, people speaks in a familiar tone but completely unable to understand. 

Morgana woke up, information scrambled in her brain. At least this is new. She thinks to herself, There is still chance for me. 

Those visions comes and goes as she plays her part over the days. Morgana stops caring what is going on in real-life since the old religion make her play out her destiny. Instead she focus on those dream, she learnt the language future speaks, and the city London where the she mostly locates in the dream. Just one more thing she needs before she can finally act on it, the exact time of the year this future upholds. She tried to peek into newspaper, televisions, everything time related seems to drift away when she looks. 

Morgana is growing desperate again, her story almost reaches the end, it was the night before the destinated death, the time of the year finally comes to her. 

The Queen dies, at the year 2022. The news is everywhere and every single person is passing the word around. 


The vision is short and she got brutally woken by it. Almost feels like the Old Religion that was manipulating her has first found something is out of control. 


Things happened as it scripted by the prophecy, Morgana plays along as nothing would be changed, just at the exact moment before the sword piecing her heart to write the end, she push every ounce of her magic into the time. As a seer by nature, she never will be as strong as Emrys but by push everything out from herself into this one single move, she manage to vanish on spot, leaving one single difference than the story end written for her. 


Morgana didn't by a sword forged in a Dragon's breath, she leaded herself in the future. All magic has drained out from her during the journey.


Magic is gone, Old Religion no longer controls nor lingers on her mind. Morgana feels freedom comes to her feels like a whiff of freshness after the rainstorm.